He Was the oxygen from my lungs
Something you don't notice until it's not there
I never recognized how much I needed him
Until I was left gasping for air
He was the blood in my veins
The very fuel of the heart within my chest
I never thought of how necessary he was in my life
Until I was laying there bleeding to death
He was the hero of my love story
The Romeo keeping this Juliet high
Only in the end of our story book romance
I was the only one to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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